I don’t like it, but I’m a person, thank goodness, who can do what I don’t like.

(Henry James, The Wings of the Dove)

After all, in order to live happily, a man must know now and then a few moments of perfect blankness. Yet I was always exposed, always wide-eyed; even in sleep I did not cease to watch over myself, understanding nothing of my existence, growing crazy at the thought of not being able to stop being aware of myself.

(Vladimir Nabokov, The Eye)

Death is Near by Otto Heichert

وصوتٌ يصيحُ بقَلبي سَقَطنا
وصوتٌ يصيحُ بقَلبي قِيام!

(مُريد البرغوثي)

'لندعو لإخواننا ووطننا وبلادنا، ولتبقى الأسئلة مفتوحة في كل وقت، الآن وبعد المعركة ودائمًا، هذا أمر مشروع وليس فيه تخذيل ولا ترجيف كما يحاول البعض أن يقمع الناس فكريًا بهذه الحجة، النصرة واجبة والتساؤل والنقد واجب وخيرُ الأمور أوسطها بدون إفراط ولا تفريط.'

I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work— the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work— the chance to find yourself.

Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

لَعَمرك ما الأَبصارُ تَنفَعُ أَهلَها إِذا لم يَكُن لِلمُبصِرينَ بَصائِرُ